A little fox with fur of silver
Rare beyond the forest floor
Was traveling down in snowy winter
Until he found the barn door;
Open it was for him to figure
A place for him to explore
But not a place to find dinner
Since last time he wonder close before
He heard the sound of a trigger
Which he didn’t wait around for
So he stayed near the river
And avoid the open door.
April 10. 2015 It is said that there is no word that rhymes with silver, orange, or husband. Write a poem about one of those three words that uses rhyme or slant rhyme OR write a poem about all three words that is not rhyming.